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❝ Are you ‘bout to cry? ❞ He can’t help taking the piss, certainly can’t help waving the flower at Merlin.
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❝ Are you ‘bout to cry? ❞ He can’t help taking the piss, certainly can’t help waving the flower at Merlin.
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“Are you still angry about that Denver business?”
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“ I was born in a thunderstorm, I grew up overnight. I played alone, I played on my own. I survived. “
Conversation about his family, about his childhood was generally not well met, given the stance Kingsman had in regards to Rutherford lending. But he supposes the fact that it was brought up by Merlin is what leads him to actually speaking about it in something close to a pleasant tone.
Still a bit short in hindsight, but that was something he couldn’t change.
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Fingers stopped moving when Merlin took his wrist, a mental kick of his own arse for the way his gesture was interpreted. He did not think he was an invalid, but he could not face away from the fact that this was his doing, and if he could lift some of his burdens, even one as small as knotting his tie, maybe he could stem the tide of guilt rotting him from the inside. It did not, but sometimes, for a few seconds, he was able to pretend. Eggsy finally understood the look in Harry’s eyes when his dad was mentioned in conversation, it was the same one in his.
“I’m sorry.” The young man did not say much after an emotional, tearful apology when he woke; he was a ghost, stepping in when needed and drowning in his mistake when he was not. The faraway look in his eyes was not uncommon, echoes of an off key rendition of Country Roads playing on repeat with haunting accuracy in his mind. This should have been him. “I’ll wait for you outside.”
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“...I heard you have actually eaten at KFC?”
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“Those legs of yours are too vulnerable. Who made them for you?”
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Don’t stare at his legs. Don’t stare at his legs. Don’t--ah damn it, he was definitely staring.
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“With them pipes on you, boy, I’m surprised you chose to sit behind a screen all day instead of becomin’ a country singin’ sensation.”